Quotes About Intrigue

Dreams is full of mystery and magic . . . . Do not try to understand them.

I'm sorry, I said. It's none of my business what you do. The trouble is, I'm a writer, and most writers are terrible nosey parkers.

There's three of them in nightshirts! Two old women and one

Tell me immediately who those people are in that glass capsule!' 'Ah-ha,' said the Chief Spy, twirling his false moustache.

mike. "There's something crazy going on up here. There's

But sometimes mysteries are more intriguing than explanations.

There was something coming up the street on the opposite side. It was something black . . . Something tall and black . . . Something very tall and very black and very thin. Who?

Until at last, just as I was finishing my ice cream, she suddenly turned, reached over, picked up my place card and read the name. Then, with that queer sliding motion of the eyes she looked into my face.

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Science does an excellent job of telling me why I don't have a tail, but it can't explain why I find that interesting.

When the officer turned to face her, Veronica blinked.

Rowe was later to hear Johnson recounting the conversation to Richard Russell. "He said, 'Well, you know, Dick, I was really making some progress with Adlai. I took my knife and held it right against him. All of a sudden I felt some steel in my ribs and I looked around and Finnegan had a knife in my ribs.' He laughed, and Russell said, 'Finnegan is a pro,' and that was it.

The trouble with conspiracies is that they rot internally.

It doesn't make sense. Or, rather, it makes just one kind of sense. Hanky-panky. Ben is as used to hanky-panky as a bride is to kisses. He didn't get to be one of the best winchells in the business through playing his cards face up.

At first I thought it was a fur cap; now I see it's alive. Castor pointed to the furry heap on the counter. It was slowly slithering toward the edge. The shopkeeper reached out and headed it back to the middle. That?

The agent knows who he is spying on, but he never knows who is spying on him. Could it be his wife, his mistress, his secretary, the newsboy, the Good Humor man?

5. James Joyce said he never met a boring human being. Try to explain this. Try to get into the Joycean head space, where everybody is a separate reality-island full of mystery and surprise. In other words, learn to observe.

from Arlington Street and onto the bridge. He had his hands in his coat pockets. "You Spenser?" he said. "Yes.

I read someplace that wanting to know everything about a person is wanting to possess them." "I believe that is probably true," Susan said.

I called Hawk on his cell phone. "Where are you?" I said. "Not your business," he said. "What are you doing." "Very not your business," he said. "Oh that," I said.

A veritable circle jerk," Susan said. "Wow," I said, "you shrinks have a technical language all your own, don't you?" "Bet your ass," Susan said. "Do you know the identity of the third snoop?

Rita didn't mind. I knew she wouldn't. Hawk fascinated her. Among other things he was male, which gave him a running start

Sam, what do you think happened?

That was still my meat—the true-detective yarn. I picked it up and started to read it over, wondering for the ten thousandth time why so many people are interested in crime and its solution.